His father, the first to spot him, scowled.“Seeing if your pleasant disposition has changed,” he replied to his father, never taking his gaze off the woman beside the bed.He watched Zoey as she quickly grabbed the sheet at his dad’s feet and snapped it over his lower half, giving her patient privacy. As she turned to face him, he saw the instant recognition as her lovely brown eyes stretched wide and her lips parted as if she were about to say something.“Can’t a man take a bath in peace?” His father continued his rants interrupting her.“Mr. Doug-las…” she stumbled over the last name. Evan figured she must have made a mental connection of the last name. She looked from father to son as she continued, “rudeness never gets a person anywhere.”He knew what Zoey was looking for, a physical resemblance between him and his dad, but she wouldn’t discover one. Evan had the same hair color and facial features as his mother, the only thing he’d received from his dad’s genes had been his eyes.His father grumbled but remained silent.
